Saturday, June 28, 2014

Monday, July 11, 2011

Space (see cavity)

Some things like a hole in a tooth
Cause pain on reflection
Best to just leave it be
But the mind has a tongue of its own.
Filling your day distracts
But is no remedy.
The cure for a root canal
Involves lobotomy.
At least until you learn
To live with what's not there
Anymore.

Road Signs

If there were better signs along the road
Less people would get lost.
You complain to the Government
But hear nothing in reply.
No one ever said this life
Was a Democracy.
But wouldn't it be nice
To have a little
Representation for what taxes us?
Yeah, I know what you're going to say,
But I've been in the ditch too many times
To drive with my eyes shut anymore.
All you have to do is pull over
To the emergency lane a few times
And see the look in the faces of those
Who have no idea where to go next
To reinterpret the directions that come
So easily from the maps they gave us.
Just one real good sign would be enough.
But maybe that's too much to ask,
When you're white knuckle staring
Down an empty road.
I stepped outside
just for a moment
was someplace else
A different vision
this subdivision
was someplace else
just for a moment
I stepped outside

Monday, May 11, 2009

Moo

Conceptual Cat is the true Conceptual. However you arrived at this combination of cerebral biochemical states Conceptual Cat was here before you!

Meow is the true tartaric stasis, every other concept, like the taste of a rare steak before vegetarianism, is retrograde. Conceptual Cat precedes civilized thought. Welcome (back) to the Jungle! Do as you please!